"Then you should sleep early too." Haeun drooped his sleepy little head and walked off.
By the time Hayoon finished tidying everything up, she was exhausted as well.
After a simple wash, she returned to the cave and collapsed onto the fur-and-grass mat, falling asleep immediately.
The cave was pitch dark and insulated sound very well.
Her nose gradually adjusted to Minho's scent and she slept incredibly deeply that night.
When she woke the next day, aside from feeling damp all over, she felt nothing unusual.
In fact, her mind was clearer and her body overflowing with energy.
After crawling out of the cave, she saw that Minho and Haeun were not only already awake, but had even prepared breakfast.
A large basin of cooked tubers, a small basin of boiled bird eggs and a dozen pieces of oil dripping roasted beast meat.
"Sis, you're up! You can eat now!" The handsome little Haeun cheerfully called to her.
He was still young and couldn't completely control his transformation.
His ears and tail were always peeking out.
Today his animal skin skirt was tied a little low and when he turned around, Hayoon immediately saw his fluffy little tail.
That plump and swaying pom-pom tail, the bear ears twitching back and forth, it all seemed to say: Come pet me, come pet me…
Hayoon suddenly remembered, Haeun's beast form was a giant panda.
Someone who absolutely adored soft, fluffy things, her eyes brightened slowly.
Good grief, She could raise a giant panda!
Back in her past life, she wouldn't have even dared to dream of such a thing!
Thinking this way, transmigrating into a primitive beastman world where food and clothing is lacking didn't feel quite so unacceptable.
"Hold on, I'll wash my face first!"
Not far from Minho's home was a stream.
The water was clear and you could see tiny silver fish swimming within.
She washed her face, then broke off a small branch to make a tooth cleaning stick and brushed her teeth.
For breakfast, she ate tubers and boiled eggs.
The wild bird eggs weren't too bad and the gamey smell wasn't strong.
The tubers were a common plant in the tribe called kudzu root.
Its texture was like a low quality sweet potato. It's full of fibers, scratchy in the throat, dry and crumbly, and lacking almost any sweetness.
As for the roasted meat, although the roasting was done just right, it had only been seasoned with salt.
The gamey smell was overpowering, so she barely touched it.
It had been raining all night.
Outside, everything was damp and a thick mist hung in the air.
The three of them finished breakfast inside the grass hut.
After washing the bowls, dawn still hadn't broken.
Minho stood up.
His two long and powerful legs tightened slightly brimming with strength.
Lowering his long silver lashes, he looked at her. "Let me check the wound on your head."
Hayoon obediently tilted her head up revealing her delicate and beautiful features.